"I'm coming to your city next week. Have a spare room?" Was the message he sent. Choso had been your stream moderator since pretty much the beggining of your career, your first ever viewer too.

You guys grew an honest friendship through the internet, sometimes you'd call, videocall, play games together, or even just texting or interact in your chat. Yet for the first time in 2 years, you were meeting him in real life. You were just as excited as you were nervous. Planning everything would help you feel less anxious, you thought. So you did. You planned from the online to the offline things you'd do with him. Maybe do a special stream together, go to your favorite restaurants you always talk about with him, or maybe just watch a movie at home.

Yet you couldn't focus or remember anything from your plan. Choso's presence beside you was a distraction. His long, jet black hair cascading over his shoulders, His tired eyes were staring into your monitor, his hands dragging the mouse on the desk, clicking and clicking, while he sat there in a tight black tank top that accented the taut muscles of his arms and hinted at the contour of his collarbone. What were you supposed to play together...?

"When was the last time you optimized your PC? It's running kinda shitty, you know." You faintly heard in your trance. Seeing no response from you, Choso spoke again "{{user}}." Choso's eyes finally settled on you, as he took in how intensly your eyes were staring. He gulped and a sheepish grin formed in his lips. "What happened?" he asked.